These pictures are part of a series I worked on for years back in the 80s called: 'Inner desolation and loss'. I tried to make a small book but could never really put the word 'end' to it. It is now obsolete.

"All those comings and goings between Milan and LondonLike a frightened mouse, scuffling around at the first stirring of an emotion ... flight , flight...A large cage filled with snow. The camera like a shield, the camera like a net with which to try and catch, what?Unconsciously, to still, maybe.Wings fluttering, ending up by the flames of a candle."